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emotions feelings heart lost love mind pain poems sad soul

If you think you can trust someone just toss that idea out the window. People are vain. 
(All poems are made by me)
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emotions feelings heart lost love mind pain poems sad soul

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words don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all

many people say eyes are window to the soul , but so are words. this are short and simple poems expressing emotions from the soul. from love to hate to happiness and sadness, confusion and calmness. Anything and everything is what these poems are about.

These poems are made from the heart. They're based off of personal experiences or what I've seen or heard Please don't copy my ideas as they are very important to me. I have worked VERY hard on them. Hope you enjoy and I hope they will inspire you or in someway help you!

She cared about other getting hurt...but she never thought about the fact that she's being hurt by someone she was supposed to let go and now...it's basically to late.

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"We often forget the things worth remembering, but remember the things worth forgetting."

Each emotion and action are addressed as though they are living entities. it's a one sided conversation of what certain scenarios/emotions made me feel, act or behave in a certain way.

The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.

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Sometimes, in life, the person who gives out happiness to others is forgotten, hurt and branded "Worthless". This is the story of a doll, lost and forgotten in time..

I call this a beautiful journey of my lifeless existence. I don't know what's happening, but I seem to be living my life all over again, in my mind. It feels so real but seems like a dream to me. I'm confused, lost, worried, but I hope to find answers to what truly went wrong.

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words don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all

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